Thirteen

If we were to go by stats;

Prison is a goldmine camp

With no buy backs

Nigga is a wizard in the system holding all my blacks

It started in 1640, shackles around my ankles

Melanin meant that I can’t go to schools, or read, ‘cause who's gonna serve my master

Also, the pastor described all my people as

The sheep who exist to upkeep the land

We feed the economy, creep all the crops but then feed on it modestly

Consciously knowing you're lesser than

And lighter skin means that you’re better now

So you in the house taking whips, and probably dick, ‘cause well, you a fetish now

Meanwhile, I’m grateful for all that I’m given, I’m picking this cotton in rhythm

I pray for a lot of the living, escaping is probably a sin

And if God ever finds out that I want my freedom, well damn

Then Gods gonna call in the wrath

Two horses with opposite maps

Those nooses they up in the trees and I’m hanging but I’ll never fall like my pants

Then came the 13th amendment

Written in 1865

It said slavery is over, except it’s pay for doing crime

And then the things that they made illegal

Are things you associate with people

Who now, education isn’t equal

And ain’t getting paid enough to eat so

We stealing and juggin and shit

We need to be fully equipped

The system, the new slave master, brought in to stop us and bully and shit

Cause before we was stealing and jugging the laws we was breaking was ‘loitering’

We go to the bin then we can’t pay the fine, now the jail is who your employer is

This voyage is super intentional

You used to be students in medical

The moors and indigenous blacks were the smartest and honestly truest professionals, literally teaching you about chemicals

My history isn’t viewed on a pedestal

Try to tell me only few of my ancestors had anything to offer

If we wasn’t strong, you would never bother

If we wasn’t awesome, you’d never put all of your resources in just to get to conquer

If we ain’t a problem, then why would you want all the youngins who black not to have a father

Cause slavery showed black youth, for mad years, that whiteness is right

Your ma getting fucked, your dad getting whipped - but white is the light

And sometimes master blesses you for being a good slave

And kills you off if you a bad one

So black mothers tell their daughters fuck the master and they tell their sons they can’t run

Mama raise the girls independent, and she raise her boys out of fear

These days black women representing the struggle that these black boys trying to clear

Man, we have so much work to do